There’s no point in whining any further after a week in baseball that ranks among the most painful in memory.
There’s no point in whining any further about an offense that refuses to click, sluggers who refuse to slug, and hitters who have collectively decided to have the concurrent worst seasons of their careers. There’s no point.
There’s no point whining about the departure of one of the Cubs’ “glue guys,” Mark DeRosa. No, we didn’t care for his trade, but we totally endorsed the signing of Milton Bradley, assuming he was a gamer. We could understand the logic of elevating Fontenot, signing Bradley, and selling high on DeRosa. The result didn’t feel right, then, but by and large, we fans have been OK with Jim Hendry’s moves.
Now, however, hindsight is 20/20, and besides the injured Aramis Ramirez, the Cubs don’t miss any one player more than DeRosa.
There’s no point whining about any of this. It’s Memorial Day. By this time in any season, baseball fans know if their team is good. An upstart who kicks it into gear in late May is rare (The Cubs did this in 2007, we can’t possibly think history is on our side for twice in two years), and though hovering around .500 isn’t bad – well, it isn’t good.
Good teams don’t lose seven in a row. They just don’t. Good teams go 1-5; 2-7, 4-10, and suffer through painful stretches, sometimes staving off a sweep, sometimes muddling through a tough stretch. But they do not lose five, six, or seven games in a row. Good teams just don’t do it.
The Cubs aren’t good.
Enjoy your summer.
